Yesterday, I was very, very tired. I had not had a babysitter that morning, which meant no quiet sitting at the computer working time--just a whole day of mostly being on my feet, chasing small children. The kids had not been misbehaving, exactly, but they'd been very high-energy and very high-need (as in, I will implode RIGHT NOW if I do not get ALL YOUR ATTENTION RIGHT THIS SECOND!) I was having contractions, I didn't feel good, and the last thing I wanted to do was move one muscle more than necessary. By around four PM, I'd really really had it. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, and the kids were playing on the floor--and then both of them bolted down the hall.
Ordinarily, when they are in the kind of mischief-making mood they'd been in for most of the day, I don't let them stay out of my sight for very long, because oh BOY can they get in trouble fast. But yesterday, I just couldn't deal. I knew I should get up, but... I heard a door open and close, and heard the sounds of toys and playing. It's not that there aren't things to get into in their room, but there aren't so many, so I just sat and listened. It sounded pretty harmless. A little banging, some giggling, some more toy sounds, some conversation I couldn't catch, some more giggling.
This is fine, I told myself. I need to relax. I have to get used to not watching them every second. IY"H there will be a baby soon and I won't be able to follow them all over the house. They're fine.
Giggle. Giggle. Talk talk. Giggle. Splash.
I heaved myself off the couch, ran/waddled down the hall, and opened the bathroom door. Sure enough--both of them were in there. The floor was covered with water, which was running out of the sink. And Iyyar had one toothbrush in each hand, and was dipping them into the toilet and brushing his teeth with each one in turn, as Barak giggled madly.
I don't how how much e. coli they both consumed, but they seem okay today. The toothbrushes, however, have met their end.